In front of the conference room, Fisher's ears were bleeding and he was covering his crotch with his hands, falling to the ground and screaming. Markey was lying on the ground with his legs spread, wailing, and his left foot was twisted in a weird arc.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
"stop!"
"Pull them away quickly!"
Luo An's movements were too fast. It only took a few seconds from when he shouted and actually took action to when Fisher and Markie fell to the ground. Many trainee agents in the office did not react until the two fell to the ground. After wailing and screaming, the trainee agents on the side came to their senses.
Several intern detectives who had a good relationship with Fisher looked at each other and swarmed up to throw Luo An to the ground. Luo An rushed left and right, holding the notebook snatched from Fisher's hand or sweeping it, or It was a vertical shot, easily killing all the trainee agents trying to surround him, and mercilessly giving a fierce facial massage to a few familiar faces in his memory.
"FU-K!"
"Gift crab!"
"Jesus!"
Several trainee agents who were standing aside watching the show kept saying this, and stood there in shock, waving their hands and being at a loss. Those who wanted to break up the fight didn't know which side to persuade. There were many people on Fisher's side, and Luo An's side. Can't beat it again.
Several female trainee agents on the side stared at this scene, dumbfounded. For some reason, Mona felt her whole body tremble, her face flushed, as if her body was electrified.
Luo An snorted coldly, knocked down the last person, and threw the notebook in his hand at Fisher:
"They are all trash, and they are still solving crimes. A group of people can't beat me alone!"
"ah--"
Luo An accidentally threw the notebook sideways and hit Fisher in the crotch, causing another scream.
With his legs spread, Marky's eyes flashed with fear and anger, and he shouted loudly:
"Don't leave here if you can! It is a felony for an FBI agent to assault an agent!"
"I won't run away! Who said I was attacking a detective? Everyone was watching on the surveillance camera. A group of people wanted to beat me up. I was acting in self-defense!"
Luo An casually took the chair next to the conference table, sat down, crossed his legs and sneered:
"And I suspect that you are plotting evil against me. When the senior detective comes, I will also charge you with first-degree murder!"
"FU-K!"
Hearing the felony item of first-degree murder, those still standing looked surprised. They didn't expect Luo An to make this matter so big.
Mona didn't pay attention to Luo An's words, her face turned redder and redder... Then she seemed to think of something, shuddered hard, and her expression suddenly sobered up.
...
The air in the office with the big screen was extremely quiet.
Seeing Luo An sitting in the chair waiting for the investigator in the surveillance camera, the five investigation team leaders had different expressions.
No. 2, No. 3, and the leader of the Investigation Team looked fine. They didn't express much except that they were surprised at Luo An's extraordinary skills.
After hearing that Luo An was going to accuse the trainee detectives of first-degree murder, August, the leader of the No. 5 investigation team, threw his head up and laughed, and Blossom, the leader of the No. 1 investigation team, turned pale.
"Hahahahahaha!"
August held his big belly and laughed so hard that he could hardly breathe:
"Yes, I really saw the right person!"
Seeing Luo An sitting on a chair in the conference room and observing the movements of the camera, Augustus thought that Luo An guessed that the leader of the investigation team would observe them after the meeting, so he chose to violently hurt people.
But during the fight, except for throwing the notebook at the end, all of Luo An's actions were in line with self-defense. If the two sides really went to court, excluding off-field factors, Luo An's chance of winning was much greater than that of Fisher and Fisher. Markey those people.
August's laughter slowly disappeared, and he looked at Luo An with extremely hot eyes:
"I like this guy. He's handsome, smart, and smart. He looks a bit like me when I was young!"
The leader of the investigation team glanced at August's dark face and big belly, and then looked at Luo An's handsome face and body like a model sitting there in the surveillance camera, and they all sighed in their hearts.
"Hey, Blossom."
Augustus turned to look at the livid leader of Investigation Team No. 1, chuckled, and said:
"Give me some face and let this matter go. Investigation Team No. 5 has just been established, and I happen to lack someone with good skills and brains like Luo An under my command."
"no."
"I'll treat you to a drink tonight."
"no."
"Um?"
Augustus raised his eyebrows, pointed at Fisher, who was still covering his crotch and wailing in the camera, and said:
"Then I'll go find the team leader. I want to ask why the previous mission failed and only Luo An's points were deducted from the three-person team."
"...Fu-k!"
Blossom snorted coldly, slammed the table, turned around and strode away.
"Good boy."
Augustus chuckled, picked up Roan Greenwood's information and left the office.
The leaders of the 234 investigation team looked at each other, shook their heads and turned to leave.
...
Training Department, Interrogation Room.
"Hey, boy, you are so awesome."
Old York, a senior agent from the training department, walked into the room, sat down on a chair, picked up a cigarette and started smoking:
"Have one?"
"no thank you."
Luo An, who was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, refused: "I don't know how to smoke."
"Good boy."
Old York nodded, put away the lighter, took a good breath and exhaled the smoke, and began to look at Luo An seriously. He clicked his tongue a few times and said with a smile:
"You know, Luo An, you are completely famous now. Everyone on the 23rd and 24th floors of the FBI's New York branch knows that a tough new trainee agent beat ten. Not only did he win, but he himself was unscathed. .”
"It's not that I'm strong, it's that those people are too weak."
Hearing Luo An's words, Old York was even happier. America likes strong men, especially this redneck from Texas. He then asked:
"Aren't you worried?"
Luo An was confused: "What are you worried about?"
"Fighting among agents is a serious crime, so aren't you worried about being suspended and fired?"
"I was acting in self-defense."
Luo An's eyes widened, full of sincerity:
"There is a camera in the conference room. The entire process of me being attacked by the other party was recorded. You can't frame me falsely."
"Hahaha! To be honest, I like you very much. If someone hadn't acted quickly, I would definitely transfer you to my place."
Old York exhaled a puff of smoke and laughed, stood up and opened the door of the interrogation room:
"Come on, kid, there's someone outside to pick you up."
"Thank you, sir."
Luo An was very polite, got up and walked out of the interrogation room, and found that the person waiting for him outside was Mona.
Mona stepped forward, handed the golden FBI badge to Luo An, smiled and joked:
"Wow, isn't this our super agent Roan Greenwood? How about it? Is the air conditioner in the interrogation room easy to blow?"
"Actually, it's not bad. At least you can't smell Fisher and Markey's bad mouth and body odor here."
Luo An took the FBI badge, pinned it on his chest, tilted his head and looked at Mona, and asked with a smile:
"It seems you agreed to join my team."
"There's nothing we can do. Fisher and the others have all gone to the hospital to have their injuries examined. I'm afraid they won't be able to come back for a while."
Mona spread her hands and walked side by side to the elevator with Luo An. The elevator door closed slowly. Luo An stretched out his hand to Mona with a smile on his face:
"Then, happy working together."
"It's a pleasure to cooperate. By the way, if the case is successfully solved, each person will receive half of the reward."
"Of course, we agreed."
